Ah, no! ...

I can't! I can't! Oh, oh, oh, oh!" and then sobs, the man breaking down like a child, hiding his face in his arms, his wounded leg twitching convulsively.

I paused, wiped the sweat from my eyes, stood up.

Nikitin looked at me.
"Take some fresh air!" he said.

"Go out with the stretcher for half an hour.